Sometimes I believe that we deserved it, that what fell upon us was predictable. Then I realize that not all of us were responsible. Perhaps a few men from the upper ranks, a few
from the middle, but in the end mostly the innocent were hurt.

I have trouble sleeping at night. I was one of the few from the middle.

It was off-putting when we realized the thousand year Reich would fall in a mere 12 years. It was even hilarious in some ways, although I find it hard to laugh. We ignored the warnings until the
end, and that cost us. When I get down to the basics of the whole ordeal, I see that it didn't matter if you agreed with the Party or not. You either stayed in Germany or left. To the Allies
and the Red Beast, it was black and white.

The citizens had nothing to do with the camps or the pillaging, but they were dragged in with us and the damned Party. They were forced to tour the death camps, as if they had signed off on the
government's doing. This angered me so much I wished to rip off the Allies' heads, but then I remembered it was my own fault it happened. Everyone tried to blame it on Adolf Hitler, for
they knew he was dead and safe, but they were denying their own involvement.

In this paper, I am confessing. Confessing to the death camps, to the executions, to everything. I am sorry to the men I killed and robbed. I am sorry to the lives I wrecked.
I am sorry, my Fatherland.

I agree with Mr. Bradley.
It is an unusual viewpoint to read. As I am interested mostly in WW2 from the soldiers' points of view, any stories where characters or people seem honest in their contributions, whether factual or fictional, is a good read.
I, of course, also clicked "like".

Richard "Mungo Took" Andersen

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Sun, March 7th, 2010 10:36am

Thank you also for your like and comment. I prefer to write from odd viewpoints; it makes you think of the whole situation, rather than the views of one group.